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WEEK THREE MINGLE 2.0
ahnkeen: week 3 mingle
in the sands of time
in the sands of time
32 Remain
Waking up this morning will reveal some unfamiliar surroundings. The soft ripples of the canals and dulcet tones of otamatone fade from your ears, replaced by a steady, dry breeze and the ambient noise of the local populace filtering in through open windows. Another thing you'll notice is that it's warm - very warm. Light dress is recommended here.
You all awaken in your beds—although they aren't the beds that you found yourself falling asleep in previously, and you might not even see the same face as you had the previous night. But one by one, as you filter out, you find yourselves in a house, a bit on the older side but still comfortable. The decor is neutral and inoffensive, much like you'd expect of a place that sees many visitors.
Unlike the previous worlds you've visited, Ahnkeen is a bustling, busy place, full of people of all sorts - and not all are human, so please check your biases at the door. Though the world around them is dry and scarce of resources, the market town itself is alive and well, business booming, and the merchants here keep a close eye on their wares in case of any thieves.
Traversing down the streets of the housing district are the Temporals. For the most part they seem ready to receive everyone. Throwing their hands into the air and meandering down Rameel will be spearhead the introductions this time—their puma daemon trailing behind them. As an extra treat, they'll even seem to have their “black box” from previous with them this fine morning on full blast.
"Hello, hello everyone! WELCOME TO AHNKEEN!! The home to the great markets...probably. I hope more of you are used to these scenery changes by now, and by popular demand are your favorite Temporals. We've changed the set for the hat trick, but we won't stop there."
Satariel is standing close to Yomiel, their undercloak absent and their daemon raven-formed on their shoulder - it squawks after Rameel yells the welcome, but they offer everyone a warm smile. They do reach over to... turn down the "black box" of Rameel's, without looking, smile still intact. "For those of you that kept your things from previous worlds, especially the treasure from our adventures underwater, you might find that they come in handy here. We are in a market, after all."
The last Watcher has also shed their undercloak, staring at Rameel while their polecat daemon chitters. "Anyway," they turn to the rest with a vague gesture at Satariel. "Try not to steal too much this time. The last few worlds were pretty quiet, but you might run into trouble with the locals here if you keep that up."
With the new week, travelers will find that they are no longer connected physically and emotionally to another participant. As opposed to being drawn to one person in particular, they'll find themselves with the need to be physically close to any other participant they speak to. Go on, hold their hand, get your snuggle on - it'll make you feel better. This effect lasts all week.
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[Oh, she's hugging him. In all his. Steampunk getup? It's fine.]
[He's still very rattled from the head kick and. Everything else. But after a moment, he embraces her, wincing.]
Yes, yes. I'm back. We're...we're all back.
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[ Though she's also looking at his hand. Or you know, lack thereof. ]
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[And yeah, his left hand is just...gone! Like someone went and guillotined it off.]
[Also it's still bleeding a little. Yuck.]
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Hello Mr. Detective. Shall we get you patched up?
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[His head is POUNDING since SOMEONE KICKED IT. THANKS.]
What...what will it cost?
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Looks like maybe not that much. Our favorite Susato is quite quick on her feet.
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[YEAH he's! Healed! Nice left arm stump. Decorative.]
She is... [And he looks distant.] Ah, what...would be the price for the rest? Out of curiosity?
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The rest of you or the rest of the group? I'll do things next to free for you, but I can only stretch myself so thin.
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[YOU'RE NOT FINE YOU LOST A HAND]
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Are you sure, Mr. Detective? Having two hands is much better than one. But, I'll make my rounds to see who will accept a helping hand.
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Miss Susato. Help her. She's the type to put off her own wounds for the sake of others. Please.
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Don't worry about her, Mr. Detective, I think she's well loved enough that others might beat me to her.
My offer about your hand will remain open whenever you feel fit to cash it in.
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[He smiles.]
I suppose I'll think about it. I need myself some sleep, my dear fellow.
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You've earned the rest, Mr. Sholmes, and for a certain someone's sake, I hope you stay safe tonight.
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[He murmurs, but he just nods, and gives a little salute with his only hand.]
[Thank you, you clown.]
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y'all.]
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[Oh. Hi. Sorry he died in front of her salad.]
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she's gonna let the others take care of him but she does mouth rest at him.]
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[And then with his only hand, he gives her a thumbs up. And nods. And tries to give a smile.]
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